When up to distant light he rolls his eyes!
Where the broad sun, in his diurnal way
Imparts to all beside his vivid ray,
While, all forlorn, the victim pines in vain
For scenes he never shall possess again.
V. But now Athenian mountains they descry,
And o’er the surge Colonna frowns on high:
Where marble columns, long by time defaced,
Moss-covered on the lofty cape are placed;
There reared by fair devotion to sustain